… a few of my favorite things to do

Quickie with pickies

Or should that be “piccies”? It’s not a common American thing to call pictures by the diminutive, but I remember ages ago that my British then-boyfriend** used the term. I should say, he “spoke” the term, so that whole spelling question didn’t come up.

Ah, well, you get the idea.

Here’s a photo of the first version of Arianna’s Katja sundress (FO #18 for this year):

The color's a little yellow, but you get the idea.

At this point, however, I ran out of the cotton yarn that I was using for the skirt. It was a one-off skein from my LYS’s yard sale and a little Internet research narrowed it down to probably being Peaches & Cream in the Country Meadow colorway. My LYS didn’t have any more of it and I was far too impatient to get it from anyone online, so I decided to rip out the skirt and choose another yarn.

The LYS also didn’t have any more of the yarn that the halter top is made from, so I had to find something complementary.

As luck would have it (or due to the Knitting Gods’ intervention), the store had the perfect yarn on sale for only $4/skein, with far more than the two skeins I needed. I snatched those bad boys up like they were quinine and I had malaria.

Here’s what the new yarn looked like before I ripped the original skirt:

Pretty, yes? I know!

I’d show you a closeup of the yarn there, but the color is off on that particular shot, so maybe clicking on this one will embiggen it?

After I finished the skirt (details in the FO info in the sidebar), I knit some garter stitch in the original, darker yarn, then bound off. I had to crochet a drawstring to make the thing less ginormous on my skinny little granddaughter, but you can see it turned out pretty cute:

She’ll be able to wear this for a couple of years, I think.

That photo is a little out of focus, although la petite princesse looks adorable, so let’s see if another one gives a clearer shot of the knitting.

Julie holding up a squirmy princesse.

Please excuse the flipped-up bottom there. (Yes, on the skirt! Where else? Really, some people!)

And as that’s not the best picture of Julie, what with her head being skwunched (squunched?) down as she attempts to keep the baby and dress in view and safe, here’s a sweet snap of her and the baby a few minutes before that photo was taken:

Pretty ladies!

I have more pictures for you, yarn-sale stuff and kitty stuff, too, but for right now, I’m gonna leave you with one more photo of la petite princesse wearing the sundress. Although you really can’t see it in this shot. Nonetheless, I love this photo and so I’m sharing it with you.

A sweet smile... and her daddy's ears!

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** My mom’s nickname for him is “Ichabod,” after the fictional Mr. Crane with that first name. You know, the main character in the Headless Horseman story. It probably had something to do with his wild hair and prominent proboscis in a bony face. (Don’t judge me! We all have exes, right?) I’m pretty sure she doesn’t really remember his actual name. (David. So there.)

Indeed. Although she’s quite a bit more squirmy than a storybook princess would be. That child is almost never still, so most of my pictures of her are blurry. In fact, I took 5 for every one that I’ve posted. She’s mercurial and adorable and her Mimi loves her!

Omigosh, does it get any cuter?? In my next life I want to knit. Even now I need to stay away from yard stores because I know I’d go on a buying binge just to have all that awesome yarn in my possession!

Thanks, Bella! Don’t resist the yarn’s call; it will only get louder. Resistance is futile. (It’s not just for Borg any more!) And you’re right about Crazy Aunt Purl. I”m a long-time reader of her blog and her books. And thank you again for commenting.